Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 690:

Locke’s head snapped up, his big, teary eyes filled with raw fear.

“Please don’t make me go! I’m a good boy! Let me stay here, please!”

“But, Locke…”

The director’s sigh was heavy, burdened with helplessness.

“Sweetheart, be good and follow Mr. Flynn. You’ll live in a big house, eat all the good food you want, wear new clothes, go to the best schools…”

“No!” Locke’s voice cracked, his tiny frame trembling as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

“I don’t want to!”

console him. His cries grew

down. She turned

much.

away. His face betrayed

a step forward, lowering himself to one knee to meet the child’s height. Slowly, deliberately, he

softer this time, steady yet laced

for a brief second before adding, his voice just above

come with me, Locke. Let me be your

long moment, he simply stared at Ernest, eyes searching his face for something unseen. Then, as if unsure of what to believe, he turned to the director,

gently patted Locke’s small head,

is going to be

big, teary eyes shimmered with

family. A real family. Who wouldn’t want

The past still loomed over him like a shadow, whispering reminders